Translated from Spanish

Which god, which infinite being can cease to be reduced into a single volume? For the iconoclast, the divine is indescribable, and every image of it is a lie. Precisely, the status of the image as such is the constant questioning that structures my work. Since my first exhibitions, the pop-style images began to run out, little by little, in their own repetition, until reaching present times, in which a symbolic bankruptcy of the image expropriated radically from its meaning, is defined in my most recent work. My current work is inscribed in this same process—the liberation of any symbolic association with reality. I have tried to settle in this equation, a discrete critical bias to the post-modern, which tries to idolize the maker of images in detriment of the image. The painter himself disappears and the spectator, used to the discourse of the figurative, ends up lost, facing the annulation of history and the vindication of the essential: form and color. Thus, in my work, I aim to confront certain canons of the Latin American image, through a problematization of the space: the obsession for narrative, the extreme sentimentality, the morbid fascination with the private. Opposite to that there is a constructive tension in search for something more universal, in spite of my own anxiety for harmony and thanks to an intimate conviction to my own elements.